I wouldn't call myself a runner. One look at me would confirm that. However, a three mile run wouldn't kill me. In fact, this morning, when I woke up it was 12 degrees outside and I still went for a run as planned. It wasn't 3 miles, but just about 2. Winter running is especially hard: with added layers of fat from eating comfort food in the confines of your warm house; with the ever mounting stress because of the plummeting economy; with every other excuse in the book; it is easy to just say no. But I did it and while I was running and could barely feel my face, I wondered, why am I doing this. My gut made me do it attesting to philosopher David Hume's theory, "reason is a slave to the emotions." Therefore, trying to figure out the why is pretty pointless, but the fact that I did means something. I did. Maybe that means something good. I hope so.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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